The Master's wife
The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his hair had turned silver years ago, though his presence remained terrifyingly strong, he spoke softly, moved slowly, and smiled gently, that was what made him frightening.
Nothing about him looked violent, until you disobeyed him, then people disappeared, I swallowed hard as Mother Ruth continued pinning the dress around my body, the Master had been married four times before me.
Four wives and every single one vanished, the Sanctuary
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